Dragoncrest Cliffs Waving through a window

She was about to prevent Blixen from exiting the den, because even though they weren’t really friends, Blixen was still far better than nobody at all. It was only when she heard the word pee did her eyes snap open and a disgusted grimace came to her face. “Eww” she shot at the gona, disapproval written all over her features. Only one tiny problem. This wasn’t Blixen. 

Shock and the still ever present terror of the thunderstorm caused the redhead to go silent while she watched as her second look-alike squeezed her way out of the den. She managed to snap out of her daze at the mention of her name, but the embarrassment of her mistake was still fresh in her mind. “Ugh yeah, that’s me” she answered, slightly uncomfortable that whoever this was knew her name. “And you...are not Blixen.” Unless Blixen got fat and old, then it totally could be her.